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Destruction Angel Summoned After Being Dead For 500 Years Finds Love
Chapter 10: Declan
It was already past midnight at the capital city of Mendelos, shortly after the angel Tarmora took flight... three hooded men were about to investigate the abandoned house where the summoning happened. Upon entering the building, they were greeted by mutilated bodies and walls covered with thick blood.
The three men went further in, carefully threading the slick floor and avoiding accidentally stepping on human intestines scattered around. The stench of human excrement wafting on the stale air is so foul that it made the short hooded man vomit his dinner, making the already slippery floor a lot more slippery.
One of the hooded guy, an angular man, picked up a severed head, still dripping wet with blood from the torn neck, it's lifeless eyes wide open in a blank stare. The man held it up as he studied the decapitated head of the Lion masked man.
"Just because he was named Lionel, he chose a lion's mask… what a fool, and now he is dead." The angular man chuckled, staring at the decapitated head of his old friend that is holding between his hands.
"His head wasn't cut off by a weapon, it was ripped cleanly… What kind of creature did these fools unleash into the world?"
"Clean this mess up" the imposing man with a handlebar mustache told the other two.
The angular man and his partner, a short but stocky fellow, obviously a dwarf, started picking up the pieces of body parts that littered all over the floor.
"This would take some time to finish." The dwarf grumbled as he placed an arm inside his bucket.
"Bloody hell…" was all the angular man could say shaking his head.
The imposing man was already outside the abandoned house, leaving his two lackeys to do the heavy labor. He then took out a small thin flat box made of brass from a pocket lining inside his heavy black coat.
Opening the box, he took a small rolled cigar and lit it with his fire MAGIC and started smoking. From the corner of his eye, he saw two royal guards on horseback followed by a magnificent carriage, coming to where he was. He immediately knew what the guards wanted before they even arrived. He has already expected an invitation from the King himself.
"Lord Mar Randal!" One of the guards said as both of them dismounted their horses and bowed low to the great Lord.
"My Lord, his majesty, the king wishes for your presence in court at once. We have prepared a carriage for you to ride in comfort."
Lord Randal calmly stroked his heavy handlebar mustache, making him look more imposing to the guards.
"Very well then, let's go." Lord Randal said as he climbed the carriage, he carefully made sure to get the guards attention to himself, so that they wouldn't notice his two lackeys still inside the house, collecting the torn bodies of their cult members.
"Hiyaaa!" The Royal Guards urged their horses forward as they flanked both sides of the carriage acting as escorts and bodyguards to Lord Randal.
Inside the carriage, Lord Randal casually smoked his cigar as he contemplated the events that led to the death of his five subordinates.
"I should never have trusted those buffoons to go on with the summoning without me… now it seems we just unleashed a bigger problem…" he stroked his heavy handlebar mustache, a habit that he does while pondering things.
"The important question is; what primordial was summoned that is strong enough to resist the summoner… there are but a handful of them… but still…"...
It was already past midnight at the capital city of Mendelos, shortly after the angel Tarmora took flight... three hooded men were about to investigate the abandoned house where the summoning happened. Upon entering the building, they were greeted by mutilated bodies and walls covered with thick blood.
The three men went further in, carefully threading the slick floor and avoiding accidentally stepping on human intestines scattered around. The stench of human excrement wafting on the stale air is so foul that it made the short hooded man vomit his dinner, making the already slippery floor a lot more slippery.
One of the hooded guy, an angular man, picked up a severed head, still dripping wet with blood from the torn neck, it's lifeless eyes wide open in a blank stare. The man held it up as he studied the decapitated head of the Lion masked man.
"Just because he was named Lionel, he chose a lion's mask… what a fool, and now he is dead." The angular man chuckled, staring at the decapitated head of his old friend that is holding between his hands.
"His head wasn't cut off by a weapon, it was ripped cleanly… What kind of creature did these fools unleash into the world?"
"Clean this mess up" the imposing man with a handlebar mustache told the other two.
The angular man and his partner, a short but stocky fellow, obviously a dwarf, started picking up the pieces of body parts that littered all over the floor.
"This would take some time to finish." The dwarf grumbled as he placed an arm inside his bucket.
"Bloody hell…" was all the angular man could say shaking his head.
The imposing man was already outside the abandoned house, leaving his two lackeys to do the heavy labor. He then took out a small thin flat box made of brass from a pocket lining inside his heavy black coat.
Opening the box, he took a small rolled cigar and lit it with his fire MAGIC and started smoking. From the corner of his eye, he saw two royal guards on horseback followed by a magnificent carriage, coming to where he was. He immediately knew what the guards wanted before they even arrived. He has already expected an invitation from the King himself.
"Lord Mar Randal!" One of the guards said as both of them dismounted their horses and bowed low to the great Lord.
"My Lord, his majesty, the king wishes for your presence in court at once. We have prepared a carriage for you to ride in comfort."
Lord Randal calmly stroked his heavy handlebar mustache, making him look more imposing to the guards.
"Very well then, let's go." Lord Randal said as he climbed the carriage, he carefully made sure to get the guards attention to himself, so that they wouldn't notice his two lackeys still inside the house, collecting the torn bodies of their cult members.
"Hiyaaa!" The Royal Guards urged their horses forward as they flanked both sides of the carriage acting as escorts and bodyguards to Lord Randal.
Inside the carriage, Lord Randal casually smoked his cigar as he contemplated the events that led to the death of his five subordinates.
"I should never have trusted those buffoons to go on with the summoning without me… now it seems we just unleashed a bigger problem…" he stroked his heavy handlebar mustache, a habit that he does while pondering things.
"The important question is; what primordial was summoned that is strong enough to resist the summoner… there are but a handful of them… but still…"...
